Woot for rambling a little too much...
Desire was a strange thing. It was strange how the brain could want something so much that it could affect everything within someone. It could affect their heart rate, their salivary glands, it could make their hands shake and muscles quiver. It could also make them kill, fight, and a myriad of other things. Desire was powerful, dangerous even. No wonder Lucia thrived off it, and today was no exception.
She stared longingly at the carcass, eyeing up every detail. The torn flesh, the slowly cooling blood that trickled its sweet smell through the air, the sound of crunching bones and chewy muscles… It was no secret that Lucia had an obscure fascination with death, and as she stood there silently watching this male devour this once living, breathing fawn, Lucia felt at peace. There was nothing better than a little bit of death to make the day pass after all, and though it did not come often, she was glad when it did.
Having become fixated by the tiny cadaver, Lucia paid little attention to the fact she had been spotted. If it wasn’t for the fact that the stranger had gone on the defensive, she might never have noticed. Watching his lip curl and his ears flatten, Lucia felt a small smile cover her own dark lips. There was something attractive about this male, perhaps the amount of blood across his jaw.
After a moment or two of staring, the smile having faded slowly from her face, Lucia almost felt disappointed when his body language shifted again. He didn’t view her as a threat. That was peculiar. She was a threat, a big one, surely? Or at least, that was her opinion anyway.
When the words passed through his lips, Lucia had to suppress the urge to laugh manically. It was not a good morning, it was terrible. It was warm, she was hung-over, and she was sober. There was nothing good about this morning at all. Unless of course he offered food, that would be something of a good thing she supposed. Though she had to question why he would. Would it be for sex or alcohol? There had to be a reason. Men never offered anything for free. They used, abused and then disappeared. She would have to keep her guard up around this one; he seemed all too nice, perhaps even fake, to not want something in return.
Feeling a glare slide over her vision, Lucia stared silently at the male. She was trying to read him, figure him out. She didn’t trust him one bit, and she especially didn’t like his attitude. Admittedly he had food, but was that reason enough to be all cheery in these early hours? Lucia didn’t think so. It was suspicious. Maybe he thought she would give him sex, maybe he thought she would tend to his every whim. Her mind raced with possibilities. Her paranoia was out of control, but even so, she remained glued to the spot. The chance of a proper meal was all too tempting for her to turn tail and run. She would stay, she would study him. If he tried anything, she would turn on him.
“I suppose you could call it that,” Lucia replied eventually, her tone cold, untrusting. “Personally, I think it’s a relatively ugly morning, but then again, that doesn’t change very often.” She watched his face carefully, her eyes shifting over him at a relatively fast pace. She wanted to catch every detail; she wanted to know his every move. Males were sly creatures. She was certain he would not be any different.
Her ears perked, muscles tightened. He had turned away from her. She felt her toes clamp into the dirt beneath her. Why had he done that? What was he planning? She felt her lip twitch as she swallowed the saliva in her mouth. Luckily, however, it seemed she once again had made the wrong call. He turned back to reveal a slightly less bloodstained face, an improvement for certain. Lucia sighed under her breath; he had definitely got her pulse up then.
He took a small step away from her. Lucia’s eyes followed him carefully. She was on edge now, nervous almost. She could feel her heart pounding in her chest, drumming against her ribcage. She felt almost as exposed as the small carcass in front of her, but as he gestured towards it, his lips speaking kind words at her, Lucia slipped out of her delusions.
Walking forward, eyes never moving from the stranger, she nodded in thanks. It was the polite thing to do really. It was his food after all. Yet, she still questioned his motives; she still didn’t trust him whatsoever. Taking a huge bite, blood dribbling down her chin and her pupils dilating in pleasure, she felt a psychotic smile slide over her face. If there was a heaven, this was it, and this male had given it to her. Whatever he wanted in return, she didn’t care right now. All that mattered was that the blood lust had taken her, and that she could bathe in this luxury.
Swallowing, she turned her head toward the stranger. Blood dripped off her chin, staining her already darkened pelt. Her eyes looked almost black from the dilation, though there remained very slight slivers of green if one were to look close enough. The scar across her eye wrinkled as she licked her lips, and spoke as gently as she could. This was difficult considering, but she tried her best.
“Thanks I guess…” A pause, a moment of thought, a question firmly on her mind. “And what do you want in return for such a delicious meal? There has to be something…”